Did you know that the woggle was invented by a young Australian lad
in the early 1920s, but the word was not officially used until the
14th edition of Baden-Powell's Scouting for Boys?
Well you do now.
And on this educational note, we begin today's tale of running
Our demon bacon fryer is on fine form again this year.
She's not the only celebrity we have, though.
A few words from Chris Finill, who holds the Guinness World Record
for greatest number of consecutive sub-three-hour marathons - thirty
three of them!
And Lily Partridge, cross-country champ who branched out into
marathon running recently and did 2:32 on her first go. Fortunately
for everyone else, she's not running today, just helping out.
Impressive in a different way is this chap here (whose name I
forget) who's going to run the 10k playing guitar all the way. This
may cheer his fellow runners up, or encourage them to run faster to
escape the noise.
Some slightly younger superheroes too.
And Dave, our Dear Leader, standing on his favourite wall.
This is the prize that awaits!
At this point, I have to take on additional unpaid responsibility.
There's nobody official around, and nothing marking the start, but
clearly I exude sufficient aura of authority that people believe me
when I tell them it's usually about here-ish.
Off we go!
Here's Johnny Guitar!
And behind the runners, the 6k walkers.
At around the 3k mark, there's nothing in it for the lead. By the
finish, though, the chap in white will be ahead of Mr Green by over
a minute, although it'll still be almost another minute to third
Amanda leads a little gaggle into a steep canyon. At this point she
slows right down and apologises for holding people up, but it's
their own fault for not overtaking her when they had the chance!
Across the top of the ploughed field. Every year we see bare earth
here and have no idea what crop they plant.
And this is the view from the bottom. You can't actually see any
runners at this scale, but trust me, they're there.
Unfortunately, they're not here. I have been misled by signs
and tape that are for the 6k walkers, and the 10k runners are on a
slightly different track.
This is where they are, in amongst the bluebells. However, as
you can tell, this is not Amanda, and after a couple of minutes, I
realise I've missed her. Darn, can I now get back to the finish in
But after establishing that I've not been knocked off my bike and
killed by a homicidal maniac, or had a puncture or something, she'll
pose by the finish balloons with a smile again.
And here I am, butting into Amanda's picture of a girl guide. I
thought it was my job to go around with a camera asking
pretty young things if they wanted to be 'models'.
But we can't stay long, because we want to get back to Bushy Park
for the Chestnut Sunday Parade.
What's that? We're not entirely sure... Last week, parkrun at Bushy
was moved (back to its original route as it happens) because
preparations for Chestnut Sunday had taken over the normal start
area. Despite only living down the road for 22 years, we'd never
heard of this, so a bit of praying to the great god Google was
called for. Well, it seems that there's a promenade tradition dating
back to Victorian times, ceasing during the Second World War but
then revived - on a very small scale initially - in 1977 for the
Queen's Silver Jubilee. These days it includes a substantial parade
of classic vehicles and a fair in the park, so unsurprisingly we
thought we needed to check it out!
Well well well... We start with a military theme. Bushy Park was the
location of Eisenhower's Supreme HQ in WWII, so it's obviously a
very relevant local link.
This is Harry, whose motorbike has broken down. We know this because
Mrs Harry is standing next to me and proudly announces his arrival
just as his bike stalls right in front of her! Harry seems to be
taking it in good spirits, but then if you're going to restore an
old bike like that, you probably have to have a certain
philosophical outlook to stand any chance of retaining your sanity.
I promise to send Wendy this and some other pictures I've taken,
with which she can tease her beloved.
And I will leave you with a shiny red MG, because, well, it's a
shiny red MG!
What an educational day it has been...
The next race is "Out of the Blue" at Battle, so I dare say I shall
have to find some enlightening historical facts about the Battle of
Love to all,